[{"id":24680214,"name":"Method Man - Tical - 01 - Tical","trackName":"Method Man - Tical - 01 - Tical","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":237.00898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nand I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nget severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nthat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.80] *sounds of fighting*\n[00:21.67] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:24.33] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:27.00] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:30.77] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:32.55] From the tip top?\n[00:33.42] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:36.11] Yup\n[00:37.05] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:40.61] One two one two\n[00:41.57] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.01] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:49.66] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.58] Chorus:\n[00:51.49] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:55.97] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:01.40] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:06.84] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.21] Verse One:\n[01:13.11] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:14.98] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:17.70] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:20.45] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:23.15] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:26.65] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:29.35] and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:32.08] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:34.72] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:37.42] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:40.13] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:42.88] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:46.53] get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:49.20] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:51.92] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:54.63] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:58.28] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:00.07] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:03.15] Chorus\n[02:25.79] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:28.43] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:31.18] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.86] Check it out\n[02:36.65] Verse Two:\n[02:37.44] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:40.26] that we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:42.95] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:45.60] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:48.36] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:51.07] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:53.81] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:57.48] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:00.15] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:01.91] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:04.63] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:07.31] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:10.97] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:13.79] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:16.49] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:19.19] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:22.72] Chorus\n[03:48.03] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.88] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:54.45] (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 01 - Tical\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 237009\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 10800\n end_ms: 21670\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 21670\n end_ms: 24330\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 24330\n end_ms: 27000\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 27000\n end_ms: 30770\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 30770\n end_ms: 32550\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 32550\n end_ms: 33420\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 33420\n end_ms: 36110\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 36110\n end_ms: 37050\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 37050\n end_ms: 40610\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 40610\n end_ms: 41570\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 41570\n end_ms: 46010\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46010\n end_ms: 49660\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 49660\n end_ms: 50580\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50580\n end_ms: 51490\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51490\n end_ms: 55970\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 55970\n end_ms: 61400\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 61400\n end_ms: 66840\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 66840\n end_ms: 72210\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72210\n end_ms: 73110\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73110\n end_ms: 74980\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 74980\n end_ms: 77700\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 77700\n end_ms: 80450\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 80450\n end_ms: 83150\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 83150\n end_ms: 86650\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 86650\n end_ms: 89350\n- text: and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 89350\n end_ms: 92080\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 92080\n end_ms: 94720\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 94720\n end_ms: 97420\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 97420\n end_ms: 100130\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 100130\n end_ms: 102880\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 102880\n end_ms: 106530\n- text: get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 106530\n end_ms: 109200\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 109200\n end_ms: 111920\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 111920\n end_ms: 114630\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 114630\n end_ms: 118280\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 118280\n end_ms: 120070\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 120070\n end_ms: 123150\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 123150\n end_ms: 145790\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 145790\n end_ms: 148430\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 148430\n end_ms: 151180\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 151180\n end_ms: 153860\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 153860\n end_ms: 156650\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 156650\n end_ms: 157440\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 157440\n end_ms: 160260\n- text: that we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 160260\n end_ms: 162950\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 162950\n end_ms: 165600\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 165600\n end_ms: 168360\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 168360\n end_ms: 171070\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 171070\n end_ms: 173810\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 173810\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 180150\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 180150\n end_ms: 181910\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 181910\n end_ms: 184630\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 184630\n end_ms: 187310\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 187310\n end_ms: 190970\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 190970\n end_ms: 193790\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 193790\n end_ms: 196490\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 196490\n end_ms: 199190\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 199190\n end_ms: 202720\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 202720\n end_ms: 228030\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 228030\n end_ms: 229880\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229880\n end_ms: 234450\n- text: (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 234450\n end_ms: 236540\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236540\nplain: |-\n *sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n that we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n"},{"id":17248559,"name":"01 - Tical - Method Man","trackName":"01 - Tical - Method Man","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":237.1215,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nand I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nget severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nthat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.80] *sounds of fighting*\n[00:21.67] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:24.33] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:27.00] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:30.77] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:32.55] From the tip top?\n[00:33.42] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:36.11] Yup\n[00:37.05] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:40.61] One two one two\n[00:41.57] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.01] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:49.66] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.58] Chorus:\n[00:51.49] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:55.97] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:01.40] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:06.84] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.21] Verse One:\n[01:13.11] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:14.98] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:17.70] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:20.45] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:23.15] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:26.65] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:29.35] and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:32.08] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:34.72] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:37.42] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:40.13] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:42.88] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:46.53] get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:49.20] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:51.92] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:54.63] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:58.28] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:00.07] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:03.15] Chorus\n[02:25.79] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:28.43] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:31.18] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.86] Check it out\n[02:36.65] Verse Two:\n[02:37.44] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:40.26] that we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:42.95] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:45.60] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:48.36] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:51.07] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:53.81] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:57.48] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:00.15] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:01.91] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:04.63] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:07.31] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:10.97] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:13.79] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:16.49] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:19.19] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:22.72] Chorus\n[03:48.03] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.88] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:54.45] (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 01 - Tical - Method Man\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 237122\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 10800\n end_ms: 21670\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 21670\n end_ms: 24330\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 24330\n end_ms: 27000\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 27000\n end_ms: 30770\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 30770\n end_ms: 32550\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 32550\n end_ms: 33420\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 33420\n end_ms: 36110\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 36110\n end_ms: 37050\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 37050\n end_ms: 40610\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 40610\n end_ms: 41570\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 41570\n end_ms: 46010\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46010\n end_ms: 49660\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 49660\n end_ms: 50580\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50580\n end_ms: 51490\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51490\n end_ms: 55970\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 55970\n end_ms: 61400\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 61400\n end_ms: 66840\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 66840\n end_ms: 72210\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72210\n end_ms: 73110\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73110\n end_ms: 74980\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 74980\n end_ms: 77700\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 77700\n end_ms: 80450\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 80450\n end_ms: 83150\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 83150\n end_ms: 86650\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 86650\n end_ms: 89350\n- text: and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 89350\n end_ms: 92080\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 92080\n end_ms: 94720\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 94720\n end_ms: 97420\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 97420\n end_ms: 100130\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 100130\n end_ms: 102880\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 102880\n end_ms: 106530\n- text: get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 106530\n end_ms: 109200\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 109200\n end_ms: 111920\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 111920\n end_ms: 114630\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 114630\n end_ms: 118280\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 118280\n end_ms: 120070\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 120070\n end_ms: 123150\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 123150\n end_ms: 145790\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 145790\n end_ms: 148430\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 148430\n end_ms: 151180\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 151180\n end_ms: 153860\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 153860\n end_ms: 156650\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 156650\n end_ms: 157440\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 157440\n end_ms: 160260\n- text: that we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 160260\n end_ms: 162950\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 162950\n end_ms: 165600\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 165600\n end_ms: 168360\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 168360\n end_ms: 171070\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 171070\n end_ms: 173810\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 173810\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 180150\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 180150\n end_ms: 181910\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 181910\n end_ms: 184630\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 184630\n end_ms: 187310\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 187310\n end_ms: 190970\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 190970\n end_ms: 193790\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 193790\n end_ms: 196490\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 196490\n end_ms: 199190\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 199190\n end_ms: 202720\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 202720\n end_ms: 228030\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 228030\n end_ms: 229880\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229880\n end_ms: 234450\n- text: (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 234450\n end_ms: 236540\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236540\nplain: |-\n *sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n that we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... 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legit\nSee you all up in my dick\nBut you don't know shit, uh-huh\nWhat's your definition of a real emcee\nFrom what you dedicated, hey it must be me\nMeth-tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop\nI go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\nGive me the green light, and the sign one way\nHave you had your meth today\nHuh, move it in, move it out\nStick it in, pull it out\nShake it up, shake it down\nCome on down, meth-tical\nOh I often pray that I will\nBut today I am still\nJust a...\n\nChorus\n\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\n\nRrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\nRap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\nA tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\nMic flow show up and try to grab it\n?\n?\nI breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\nFilthy, dirty like a worm underground\nTurn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\nBefore I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\nCheck out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\nOther brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\nEnter the square if you dare\nWithout a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\nI'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\nTo see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\nAnd get mine, 'cause she love me long time\nBartender bring more wine\nGet in line for the...\n\nChorus\n\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nM-e-t, h-o-d, man\nHere I am, here I am, the method man\n\nWu-tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n1994, the rugged raw","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.28] Chorus:\n[00:10.68] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[00:13.20] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[00:15.73] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[00:17.48] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[00:20.96] Hey you get off my clooud\n[00:23.56] Let me get raw with my southpaw style\n[00:26.01] Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from cuba\n[00:28.54] It's the meth-tical jet to cal, I'm the buddha\n[00:30.22] Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes\n[00:32.87] I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk\n[00:35.41] Double-barrel, yeah meth bring it to them proper\n[00:38.05] Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa\n[00:40.58] Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up\n[00:43.03] Took one, added seven more now you eight up\n[00:44.79] Get on down wit' your bad self\n[00:47.35] Get on down, listen to the sound, come on\n[00:49.96] Few can ever get this whole commit legit\n[00:52.51] See you all up in my dick\n[00:54.28] But you don't know shit, uh-huh\n[00:55.97] What's your definition of a real emcee\n[00:57.69] From what you dedicated, hey it must be me\n[00:58.41] Meth-tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop\n[01:01.80] I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\n[01:04.42] Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n[01:07.89] Have you had your meth today\n[01:09.57] Huh, move it in, move it out\n[01:11.22] Stick it in, pull it out\n[01:14.63] Shake it up, shake it down\n[01:16.35] Come on down, meth-tical\n[01:18.90] Oh I often pray that I will\n[01:21.41] But today I am still\n[01:23.94] Just a...\n[01:24.80] Chorus\n[01:25.64] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[01:27.32] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[01:29.97] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[01:32.51] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[01:34.23] Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\n[01:36.82] Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\n[01:39.43] A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\n[01:42.01] Mic flow show up and try to grab it\n[01:44.64] ?\n[01:46.38] ?\n[01:49.70] I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n[01:52.28] Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n[01:54.78] Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n[01:56.55] Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n[01:59.04] Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n[02:01.69] Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n[02:05.04] Enter the square if you dare\n[02:06.81] Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n[02:09.39] I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n[02:11.95] To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n[02:14.52] And get mine, 'cause she love me long time\n[02:16.22] Bartender bring more wine\n[02:18.74] Get in line for the...\n[02:19.68] Chorus\n[02:20.45] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:21.28] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:23.84] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:26.45] Here I am, here I am, the method man\n[02:28.19] Wu-tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n[02:34.20] 1994, the rugged raw\n[02:38.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 13 - Method Man (Remix)\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 199941\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 7280\n end_ms: 10680\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 10680\n end_ms: 13200\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 13200\n end_ms: 15730\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 15730\n end_ms: 17480\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 17480\n end_ms: 20960\n- text: Hey you get off my clooud\n start_ms: 20960\n end_ms: 23560\n- text: Let me get raw with my southpaw style\n start_ms: 23560\n 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seven more now you eight up\n Get on down wit' your bad self\n Get on down, listen to the sound, come on\n Few can ever get this whole commit legit\n See you all up in my dick\n But you don't know shit, uh-huh\n What's your definition of a real emcee\n From what you dedicated, hey it must be me\n Meth-tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop\n I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\n Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n Have you had your meth today\n Huh, move it in, move it out\n Stick it in, pull it out\n Shake it up, shake it down\n Come on down, meth-tical\n Oh I often pray that I will\n But today I am still\n Just a...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n\n Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\n Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\n A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\n Mic flow show up and try to grab it\n ?\n ?\n I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n Enter the square if you dare\n Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n And get mine, 'cause she love me long time\n Bartender bring more wine\n Get in line for the...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n Here I am, here I am, the method man\n\n Wu-tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n 1994, the rugged raw\n"},{"id":25353726,"name":"Method Man - Tical - 02 - Biscuits","trackName":"Method Man - Tical - 02 - Biscuits","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":169.952653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nWhat? What you want?\nRepresent represent represent\nYeah, represent, check it out check it out\n\nYo mama don't wear no drawers!\nI saw her when she took them off!\nStandin on the welfare line, eatin swine\nTryin to look fine, with her stank behind\nYou can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse One:\n\nAre you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\nI even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\nBring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\nAnd rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\nGet lost, I break you off something\nI'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\nYou was nothin\nBet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\nSmokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\nYa take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\nGet ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\nMaster disaster at enemy rap functions\n\nInterlude:\n\nHuh, just an echo\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\nSweet memories of you\nAnd you can even ask your crew\nBetcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWho said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\nYou wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\nLet me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\nDidn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\nNow ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\nJust recline, keep the Meth in mind\nI'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\nWhat? 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Was it you or your man?\n You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\n Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\n Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\n Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\n Just recline, keep the Meth in mind\n I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\n What? 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?\n[01:45.77] ?\n[01:49.75] I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n[01:51.89] Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n[01:53.83] Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n[01:56.87] Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n[01:58.86] Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n[02:01.85] Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n[02:04.83] Enter the square if you dare\n[02:06.85] Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n[02:08.85] I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n[02:11.81] To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n[02:14.96] And get mine, 'cause she love me long time\n[02:16.98] Bartender bring more wine\n[02:18.91] Get in line for the...\n[02:20.08] Chorus\n[02:21.05] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:22.01] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:24.03] M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n[02:26.01] Here I am, here I am, the method man\n[02:30.07] Wu-tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n[02:34.19] 1994, the rugged raw\n[02:42.19] 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text: I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\n start_ms: 62300\n end_ms: 64330\n- text: Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n start_ms: 64330\n end_ms: 67410\n- text: Have you had your meth today\n start_ms: 67410\n end_ms: 69310\n- text: Huh, move it in, move it out\n start_ms: 69310\n end_ms: 71480\n- text: Stick it in, pull it out\n start_ms: 71480\n end_ms: 74400\n- text: Shake it up, shake it down\n start_ms: 74400\n end_ms: 76450\n- text: Come on down, meth-tical\n start_ms: 76450\n end_ms: 79450\n- text: Oh I often pray that I will\n start_ms: 79450\n end_ms: 81460\n- text: But today I am still\n start_ms: 81460\n end_ms: 83550\n- text: Just a...\n start_ms: 83550\n end_ms: 84580\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 84580\n end_ms: 85520\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 85520\n end_ms: 86520\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 86520\n end_ms: 89630\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 89630\n end_ms: 92680\n- text: M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n start_ms: 92680\n 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break of dawn, and just don't stop\n Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n Have you had your meth today\n Huh, move it in, move it out\n Stick it in, pull it out\n Shake it up, shake it down\n Come on down, meth-tical\n Oh I often pray that I will\n But today I am still\n Just a...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n\n Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\n Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\n A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\n Mic flow show up and try to grab it\n ?\n ?\n I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n Enter the square if you dare\n Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n And get mine, 'cause she love me long time\n Bartender bring more wine\n Get in line for the...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n M-e-t, h-o-d, man\n Here I am, here I am, the method man\n\n Wu-tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n 1994, the rugged raw\n"},{"id":14998291,"name":"2.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Biscui","trackName":"2.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Biscui","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":169.8098,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\n\nWhat? What you want?\nRepresent represent represent\nYeah, represent, check it out check it out\n\nYo mama don't wear no drawers!\nI saw her when she took them off!\nStandin on the welfare line, eatin swine\nTryin to look fine, with her stank behind\nYou can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse One:\n\nAre you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\nI even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\nBring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\nAnd rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\nGet lost, I break you off something\nI'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\nYou was nothin\nBet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\nSmokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\nYa take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\nGet ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\nMaster disaster at enemy rap functions\n\nInterlude:\n\nHuh, just an echo\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\nSweet memories of you\nAnd you can even ask your crew\nBetcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWho said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\nYou wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\nLet me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\nDidn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\nNow ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\nJust recline, keep the Meth in mind\nI'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\nWhat? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass\nAll up and down the block, the street, the isle\nWhatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint\nHey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point\nCause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God\nWhen I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian\nThe Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit\nThe cuties I desire, I be the first to set it\noff, flame on like the Human Torch\nFantastic Four for all the fans in the store\nYou can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass\n\nOutro:\n\n94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize\nWu-Tang killer bee\nThe RZA and the Method MZA\n\nRaider Ruckus, where you at?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] Intro:\n[00:06.93] What? What you want?\n[00:09.21] Represent represent represent\n[00:12.21] Yeah, represent, check it out check it out\n[00:15.38] Yo mama don't wear no drawers!\n[00:18.31] I saw her when she took them off!\n[00:21.35] Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine\n[00:23.45] Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind\n[00:25.45] You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\n[00:28.45] Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n[00:30.48] Verse One:\n[00:31.42] Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\n[00:34.42] I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\n[00:36.43] Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\n[00:38.58] And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\n[00:41.43] Get lost, I break you off something\n[00:43.50] I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\n[00:47.52] You was nothin\n[00:49.53] Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\n[00:55.58] Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\n[00:56.67] Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\n[00:59.65] Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\n[01:01.69] Master disaster at enemy rap functions\n[01:02.63] Interlude:\n[01:03.67] Huh, just an echo\n[01:04.56] Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\n[01:05.55] Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\n[01:06.53] Sweet memories of you\n[01:08.55] And you can even ask your crew\n[01:11.64] Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\n[01:14.51] Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n[01:15.66] Verse Two:\n[01:16.67] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\n[01:19.71] You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n[01:21.78] 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\n[01:24.75] Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\n[01:26.71] Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\n[01:29.73] Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\n[01:32.71] Just recline, keep the Meth in mind\n[01:34.87] I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\n[01:36.89] What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass\n[01:39.89] All up and down the block, the street, the isle\n[01:42.89] Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint\n[01:44.82] Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point\n[01:47.83] Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God\n[01:49.98] When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian\n[01:52.95] The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit\n[01:55.94] The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it\n[01:58.00] off, flame on like the Human Torch\n[02:01.09] Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store\n[02:03.02] You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast\n[02:05.08] Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass\n[02:10.05] Outro:\n[02:11.12] 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize\n[02:13.11] Wu-Tang killer bee\n[02:18.13] The RZA and the Method MZA\n[02:22.30] Raider Ruckus, where you at?\n[02:43.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 2.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Biscui\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 169810\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1900\n end_ms: 6930\n- text: What? 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What you want?\n Represent represent represent\n Yeah, represent, check it out check it out\n\n Yo mama don't wear no drawers!\n I saw her when she took them off!\n Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine\n Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind\n You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\n Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\n Verse One:\n\n Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\n I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\n Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\n And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\n Get lost, I break you off something\n I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\n You was nothin\n Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\n Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\n Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\n Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\n Master disaster at enemy rap functions\n\n Interlude:\n\n Huh, just an echo\n Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\n Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\n Sweet memories of you\n And you can even ask your crew\n Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\n Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\n Verse Two:\n\n Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\n You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\n Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\n Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\n Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\n Just recline, keep the Meth in mind\n I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\n What? 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What you want?\nRepresent represent represent\nYeah, represent, check it out check it out\n\nYo mama don't wear no drawers!\nI saw her when she took them off!\nStandin on the welfare line, eatin swine\nTryin to look fine, with her stank behind\nYou can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse One:\n\nAre you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\nI even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\nBring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\nAnd rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\nGet lost, I break you off something\nI'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\nYou was nothin\nBet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\nSmokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\nYa take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\nGet ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\nMaster disaster at enemy rap functions\n\nInterlude:\n\nHuh, just an echo\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\nYoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\nSweet memories of you\nAnd you can even ask your crew\nBetcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWho said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\nYou wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\nLet me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\nDidn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\nNow ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\nJust recline, keep the Meth in mind\nI'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\nWhat? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass\nAll up and down the block, the street, the isle\nWhatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint\nHey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point\nCause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God\nWhen I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian\nThe Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit\nThe cuties I desire, I be the first to set it\noff, flame on like the Human Torch\nFantastic Four for all the fans in the store\nYou can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast\nMeth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass\n\nOutro:\n\n94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize\nWu-Tang killer bee\nThe RZA and the Method MZA\n\nRaider Ruckus, where you at?","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.90] Intro:\n[00:06.93] What? What you want?\n[00:09.21] Represent represent represent\n[00:12.21] Yeah, represent, check it out check it out\n[00:15.38] Yo mama don't wear no drawers!\n[00:18.31] I saw her when she took them off!\n[00:21.35] Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine\n[00:23.45] Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind\n[00:25.45] You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\n[00:28.45] Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n[00:30.48] Verse One:\n[00:31.42] Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\n[00:34.42] I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\n[00:36.43] Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\n[00:38.58] And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\n[00:41.43] Get lost, I break you off something\n[00:43.50] I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\n[00:47.52] You was nothin\n[00:49.53] Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\n[00:55.58] Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\n[00:56.67] Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\n[00:59.65] Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\n[01:01.69] Master disaster at enemy rap functions\n[01:02.63] Interlude:\n[01:03.67] Huh, just an echo\n[01:04.56] Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\n[01:05.55] Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\n[01:06.53] Sweet memories of you\n[01:08.55] And you can even ask your crew\n[01:11.64] Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\n[01:14.51] Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n[01:15.66] Verse Two:\n[01:16.67] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\n[01:19.71] You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n[01:21.78] 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\n[01:24.75] Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\n[01:26.71] Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\n[01:29.73] Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\n[01:32.71] Just recline, keep the Meth in mind\n[01:34.87] I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\n[01:36.89] What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass\n[01:39.89] All up and down the block, the street, the isle\n[01:42.89] Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint\n[01:44.82] Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point\n[01:47.83] Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God\n[01:49.98] When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian\n[01:52.95] The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit\n[01:55.94] The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it\n[01:58.00] off, flame on like the Human Torch\n[02:01.09] Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store\n[02:03.02] You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast\n[02:05.08] Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass\n[02:10.05] Outro:\n[02:11.12] 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize\n[02:13.11] Wu-Tang killer bee\n[02:18.13] The RZA and the Method MZA\n[02:22.30] Raider Ruckus, where you at?\n[02:43.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 2.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Biscuits\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 169810\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Intro:'\n start_ms: 1900\n end_ms: 6930\n- text: What? 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What you want?\n Represent represent represent\n Yeah, represent, check it out check it out\n\n Yo mama don't wear no drawers!\n I saw her when she took them off!\n Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine\n Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind\n You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast\n Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\n Verse One:\n\n Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?\n I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker\n Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it\n And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it\n Get lost, I break you off something\n I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and\n You was nothin\n Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin\n Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and\n Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin\n Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken\n Master disaster at enemy rap functions\n\n Interlude:\n\n Huh, just an echo\n Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley\n Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back\n Sweet memories of you\n And you can even ask your crew\n Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast\n Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass\n\n Verse Two:\n\n Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?\n You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya\n 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger\n Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger\n Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger\n Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler\n Just recline, keep the Meth in mind\n I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time\n What? 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(suuuu)\nAll my killer bees on attack, where you at? (suuuu)\nThrow ya fuckin' hands in the air if you wanna mix\nIf ya got ya gats peel a cap for the new year\nBlinding devotion\nWhat's the commotion?\nWu-Tang clan (?)\nFlowin' like the ocean (bluue)\nI be comin' for your (crewww)\nFlyin' guillotine (styyyle)\nWith the name Meth-Tical\nIs it on?\nIs it on?\nIs it gone?\nIf I ain't on ya records then the shit ain't really on\nOne man band from the Wu-Tang clan\nAsk who the man, goddamn, it be Method\nHere-here I am in the plan (?)\nPuttin' Def Jam's on my records\nIt's onnnn\n\nLet's come together for the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\nCan everybody feel the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation\n\nI'm here for you son, I gotcha back\nAs long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back\nBrothers want the drama but don't know how to act\nUntil the chrome pointed at his dome head crack\nC'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize\nFrom my sword chop what a nigga do?\nA nigga dies\nThat's why I'm stressin' that brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson\nRessurect yo mind from the essence\nFor real\nIll block nigga get rocked like by the dozen\nWhaddup cousin?\nNow give a pound to that lounge nigga\nPeace, my MZA, killa hills 10304 by tha gza got me wide it's goin dza\nSo I just, uh\nMake my way for the Wu building\nNow I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villans thug life it be on now\nHear the gun blaow as I milk another cow\nLet the method show you how niggas do it\nI study\nIn the life of good, bad, and ugly\nPart time call that nigga lovely\nBut that ain't nuttin'\nBefore I die, I'm a leave the world\nWith something\nTo remember me by\nThe real stimuli\nFool you be frontin'\n? Ass out rap to rapture to capture?\nI keep it when I part like a natural disaster\nI keep it live\nTime more than '85\nAnd (?) third eye got me thinkin'\nMabye you and I should get together for whatever\nYou never in ya long ligge-life had it better\nThen you got it now\nWe be lifted, tical\nWord, son, I like yo style\n\nLet's come together for the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\nCan everybody feel the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation\n\nBasically\nI'm here for the stimuli\nTo get high and for doughnuts\nMeth-Tical, it's 9-4, and it's raw, once more\nThe Wu-Tang saga continues\n\nLet's come together for the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\nCan everybody feel the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation\n\nLet's come together for the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\nCan everybody feel the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation\n\nLet's come together for the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\nCan everybody feel the stimulation\nMeth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 12.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Stimulation\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 226238\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Let's come together for the stimulation\n Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\n\n I got 36 styles on my mind\n Keep it real, Shaolin represent one (time)\n All my peoples are you with me, where you at? (suuuu)\n All my killer bees on attack, where you at? (suuuu)\n Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you wanna mix\n If ya got ya gats peel a cap for the new year\n Blinding devotion\n What's the commotion?\n Wu-Tang clan (?)\n Flowin' like the ocean (bluue)\n I be comin' for your (crewww)\n Flyin' guillotine (styyyle)\n With the name Meth-Tical\n Is it on?\n Is it on?\n Is it gone?\n If I ain't on ya records then the shit ain't really on\n One man band from the Wu-Tang clan\n Ask who the man, goddamn, it be Method\n Here-here I am in the plan (?)\n Puttin' Def Jam's on my records\n It's onnnn\n\n Let's come together for the stimulation\n Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimultaion\n Can everybody feel the stimulation\n Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation\n\n I'm here for you son, I gotcha back\n As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back\n Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act\n Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack\n C'mon let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize\n From my sword chop what a nigga do?\n A nigga dies\n That's why I'm stressin' that brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson\n Ressurect yo mind from the essence\n For real\n Ill block nigga get rocked like by the dozen\n Whaddup cousin?\n Now give a pound to that lounge nigga\n Peace, my MZA, killa hills 10304 by tha gza got me wide it's goin dza\n So I just, uh\n Make my way for the Wu building\n Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villans thug life it be on now\n Hear the gun blaow as I milk another cow\n Let the method show you how niggas do it\n I study\n In the life of good, bad, and ugly\n Part time call that nigga lovely\n But that ain't nuttin'\n Before I die, I'm a leave the world\n With something\n To remember me by\n The real stimuli\n Fool you be frontin'\n ? 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Check it out (fuck that!)\nWord, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man (check it out y'all, check it, check it out)\n\nWe can all get by if we want now\nGet a fat piece of the pie if we want\nMotherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\nI will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\nWhat up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war\nOn the ill block, things just ain't peace no more\nFuck it! If you ain't with me then forget me\nNiggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)\nCreepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\nRippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)\nStay out my water or it's manslaughter\nKid, you ought to start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-\n\nMatic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)\nLoaded raps bustin' mad shots to your attic (woo!)\nThey say this hazardous flow's a hazard\nStraight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head\nAnd it said, \"Wanted Dead or Alive\"\nI swear by the whites of their eyes\nTo never take a dive, I will survive\n\nWe can all get by if we want now\nGet a fat piece of the pie if we want\nMotherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\nI will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\nEep opp, epp awpp, baah\nHere we go, start\n\nShit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'\nLike they want problems, you want 'em? You got 'em\nRap contact, is writin' this exactly the way it should be attack\nKilla Beez on the swarm\nAlaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an\nThe ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\nI bust rhymes like jism\nImpregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n\nDecipher, the stee, I be hyper\nI dwindle the style that rekindle like old flames\nSaliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah\nOops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River\nStyles be trite, trife like a thief in the night\nI be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in your wife\nBlasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid\nFlippin' on the mic, it's a classic","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.22] A'ight? Check it out (fuck that!)\n[00:06.37] Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man (check it out y'all, check it, check it out)\n[00:10.50] We can all get by if we want now\n[00:13.05] Get a fat piece of the pie if we want\n[00:15.74] Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\n[00:18.45] I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n[00:21.67] What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war\n[00:24.48] On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more\n[00:27.15] Fuck it! If you ain't with me then forget me\n[00:29.57] Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)\n[00:33.37] Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\n[00:35.78] Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)\n[00:38.63] Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n[00:40.93] Kid, you ought to start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-\n[00:43.88] Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)\n[00:46.07] Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to your attic (woo!)\n[00:48.72] They say this hazardous flow's a hazard\n[00:51.58] Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head\n[00:54.12] And it said, \"Wanted Dead or Alive\"\n[00:56.37] I swear by the whites of their eyes\n[00:58.40] To never take a dive, I will survive\n[01:00.28] We can all get by if we want now\n[01:02.73] Get a fat piece of the pie if we want\n[01:05.47] Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\n[01:08.16] I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n[01:11.61] Eep opp, epp awpp, baah\n[01:15.89] Here we go, start\n[01:17.23] Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'\n[01:19.93] Like they want problems, you want 'em? You got 'em\n[01:22.58] Rap contact, is writin' this exactly the way it should be attack\n[01:27.82] Killa Beez on the swarm\n[01:30.14] Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an\n[01:32.95] The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n[01:35.24] I bust rhymes like jism\n[01:37.10] Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n[01:39.10] Decipher, the stee, I be hyper\n[01:41.10] I dwindle the style that rekindle like old flames\n[01:44.67] Saliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah\n[01:47.36] Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River\n[01:49.94] Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night\n[01:52.55] I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in your wife\n[01:55.75] Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid\n[01:58.43] Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic\n[02:00.77] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 07 - Sub Crazy\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 135079\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: A'ight? Check it out (fuck that!)\n start_ms: 1220\n end_ms: 6370\n- text: Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man (check it out y'all, check it, check it out)\n start_ms: 6370\n end_ms: 10500\n- text: We can all get by if we want now\n start_ms: 10500\n end_ms: 13050\n- text: Get a fat piece of the pie if we want\n start_ms: 13050\n end_ms: 15740\n- text: Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\n start_ms: 15740\n end_ms: 18450\n- text: I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n start_ms: 18450\n end_ms: 21670\n- text: What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war\n start_ms: 21670\n end_ms: 24480\n- text: On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more\n start_ms: 24480\n end_ms: 27150\n- text: Fuck it! 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You got 'em\n start_ms: 79930\n end_ms: 82580\n- text: Rap contact, is writin' this exactly the way it should be attack\n start_ms: 82580\n end_ms: 87820\n- text: Killa Beez on the swarm\n start_ms: 87820\n end_ms: 90140\n- text: Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an\n start_ms: 90140\n end_ms: 92950\n- text: The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n start_ms: 92950\n end_ms: 95240\n- text: I bust rhymes like jism\n start_ms: 95240\n end_ms: 97100\n- text: Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n start_ms: 97100\n end_ms: 99100\n- text: Decipher, the stee, I be hyper\n start_ms: 99100\n end_ms: 101100\n- text: I dwindle the style that rekindle like old flames\n start_ms: 101100\n end_ms: 104670\n- text: Saliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah\n start_ms: 104670\n end_ms: 107360\n- text: Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River\n start_ms: 107360\n end_ms: 109940\n- text: Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night\n start_ms: 109940\n end_ms: 112550\n- text: I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in your wife\n start_ms: 112550\n end_ms: 115750\n- text: Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid\n start_ms: 115750\n end_ms: 118430\n- text: Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic\n start_ms: 118430\n end_ms: 120770\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 120770\nplain: |-\n A'ight? Check it out (fuck that!)\n Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man (check it out y'all, check it, check it out)\n\n We can all get by if we want now\n Get a fat piece of the pie if we want\n Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\n I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\n What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war\n On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more\n Fuck it! If you ain't with me then forget me\n Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)\n Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\n Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)\n Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n Kid, you ought to start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-\n\n Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)\n Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to your attic (woo!)\n They say this hazardous flow's a hazard\n Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head\n And it said, \"Wanted Dead or Alive\"\n I swear by the whites of their eyes\n To never take a dive, I will survive\n\n We can all get by if we want now\n Get a fat piece of the pie if we want\n Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now\n I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\n Eep opp, epp awpp, baah\n Here we go, start\n\n Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'\n Like they want problems, you want 'em? You got 'em\n Rap contact, is writin' this exactly the way it should be attack\n Killa Beez on the swarm\n Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an\n The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n I bust rhymes like jism\n Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n\n Decipher, the stee, I be hyper\n I dwindle the style that rekindle like old flames\n Saliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah\n Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River\n Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night\n I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in your wife\n Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid\n Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic\n"},{"id":14077135,"name":"13.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Methon Man (Remix)","trackName":"13.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Methon Man (Remix)","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":196.5101,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Chorus:\n\nM-E-T, H-O-D, Man\nM-E-T, H-O-D, Man\nM-E-T, H-O-D, Man\nM-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n\nHey you get off my clooud\nLet 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real emcee\n[00:57.38] From what you dedicated, hey it must be me\n[00:59.38] Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop\n[01:02.30] I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\n[01:04.30] Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n[01:07.46] Have you had your meth today\n[01:09.33] Huh, move it in, move it out\n[01:11.46] Stick it in, pull it out\n[01:14.42] Shake it up, shake it down\n[01:16.45] Come on down, Meth-Tical\n[01:19.45] Oh I often pray that I will\n[01:21.49] But today I am still\n[01:23.57] Just a...\n[01:24.56] Chorus\n[01:25.57] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[01:26.56] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[01:29.62] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[01:32.61] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[01:34.65] Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\n[01:36.64] Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\n[01:39.78] A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\n[01:41.75] Mic flow show up and try to grab it\n[01:44.79] ?\n[01:45.72] ?\n[01:49.78] I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n[01:51.83] Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n[01:53.88] Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n[01:56.85] Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n[01:58.83] Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n[02:01.87] Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n[02:04.87] Enter the square if you dare\n[02:06.85] Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n[02:08.87] I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n[02:11.87] To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n[02:14.95] And get mine, cuz she love me long time\n[02:16.97] Bartender bring more wine\n[02:18.92] Get in line for the...\n[02:20.09] Chorus\n[02:21.03] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[02:22.05] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[02:24.04] M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n[02:26.08] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[02:30.03] Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n[02:34.12] 1994, the rugged raw\n[02:42.14] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 13.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Methon Man (Remix)\n 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Chorus:\n\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n\n Hey you get off my clooud\n Let me get raw with my southpaw style\n Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba\n It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha\n Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes\n I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk\n Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper\n Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa\n Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up\n Took one, added seven more now you eight up\n Get on down wit' your bad self\n Get on down, listen to the sound, come on\n Few can ever get this whole commit legit\n See you all up in my dick\n But you don't know shit, uh-huh\n What's your definition of a real emcee\n From what you dedicated, hey it must be me\n Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop\n I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop\n Give me the green light, and the sign one way\n Have you had your meth today\n Huh, move it in, move it out\n Stick it in, pull it out\n Shake it up, shake it down\n Come on down, Meth-Tical\n Oh I often pray that I will\n But today I am still\n Just a...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n\n Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked\n Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit\n A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it\n Mic flow show up and try to grab it\n ?\n ?\n I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd\n Filthy, dirty like a worm underground\n Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word\n Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt\n Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth\n Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey\n Enter the square if you dare\n Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real\n I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair\n To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair\n And get mine, cuz she love me long time\n Bartender bring more wine\n Get in line for the...\n\n Chorus\n\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n M-E-T, H-O-D, Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more\n 1994, the rugged raw\n"},{"id":30680885,"name":"Method Man - Tical - 08 - Released Yo` Delf","trackName":"Method Man - Tical - 08 - Released Yo` Delf","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\nJet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\nMy rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\nAnd all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\nYour careers won't be lastin' long\n\nWhen I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\nJet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\nMy rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\nAn' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\nYour careers won't be lastin' long\n\nCheck it, I'm the fuckin' man who they mention\nNotice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus\nDoo doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo\nBlazin', the stuff that ignites stimulation\n\nInside ya, 'cuz I be that house over water\nForgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure\nNiggaz need to touch they freakin' picture\nFor the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness\n\nRemedies, cousin, I be doin' on my enemies\nPenalty, then I drink forties to they memories\nEmotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity\nBlunt smoke in the air reveals my identity\n\nTical, Tical, Tical, Tical\n\nAs I keep it movin', we keep it movin', uh\nKeep it movin' an' keep it movin' uh\nKeep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh\nKeep it movin', we keep it huh, rharh\n\nWhat's that rhythm, what's that sound?\nParty people gettin' down\nWhen it hit the baddest man\nJust release yo' delf\n\nMy God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set\nTo blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death\nI bring it to his whole damn fam, understand\nIf he frontin' on any man down with the Clan\n\nI be comin' for the headpiece you can't cope\nFor my brother, I bring it to the Pope\nWord to mother, serial killa style from Big Isle\nNo stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at?\n\nShit's gettin' deep in here, I mean thick\nNiggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick\nIt's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'\nThat's all I can stands, an' I can't stands no mo'\n\nWhat is it? Niggaz think they bigga\n'Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol\nThey don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it\nWith the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic\n\nThen I add a snapple, nigga want the juice\nBut he don't want the hassle, then we try to overthrow the castle\nBetter yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town\nBlack man, the rental, God, the pistol\n\nYah, if you don't want a burn from the glock\nThen beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops\nHere, no more dough will be made\nUnless it's being made by hoes\n\nWhat's that rhythm, what's that sound?\nParty people gettin' down\nWhen it hit the baddest man\nJust breathe in, till then\n\nAn' keep it movin', baby, keep it movin'\nI plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\nAn' keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh\nAn' keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\nAn' keep it movin, you know we keep it movin'\nBaby, we be movin', you know we keep it moo, rarh\n\nWhen I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\nJet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\nMy rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\nAn' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\nYour careers won't be lastin' long\n\nThrow your hands in the sky\nAn' wave 'em from side to side\nAn' if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical\nLet me hear you say, \"Stimuli\"\n\nWhen I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\nJet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\nMy rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\nAn' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\nYour careers won't be lastin' long","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n[00:07.38] Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n[00:13.65] My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n[00:20.93] And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n[00:25.43] Your careers won't be lastin' long\n[00:29.98] When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n[00:36.26] Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n[00:40.85] My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n[00:45.37] An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n[00:49.82] Your careers won't be lastin' long\n[00:51.61] Check it, I'm the fuckin' man who they mention\n[00:53.51] Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus\n[00:56.24] Doo doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo\n[00:58.96] Blazin', the stuff that ignites stimulation\n[01:00.72] Inside ya, 'cuz I be that house over water\n[01:03.42] Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure\n[01:07.03] Niggaz need to touch they freakin' picture\n[01:08.81] For the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness\n[01:10.67] Remedies, cousin, I be doin' on my enemies\n[01:13.32] Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories\n[01:16.13] Emotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity\n[01:17.93] Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity\n[01:20.68] Tical, Tical, Tical, Tical\n[01:26.05] As I keep it movin', we keep it movin', uh\n[01:27.89] Keep it movin' an' keep it movin' uh\n[01:30.54] Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh\n[01:32.39] Keep it movin', we keep it huh, rharh\n[01:35.17] What's that rhythm, what's that sound?\n[01:37.88] Party people gettin' down\n[01:39.68] When it hit the baddest man\n[01:41.40] Just release yo' delf\n[01:45.03] My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set\n[01:47.77] To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death\n[01:49.66] I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand\n[01:52.36] If he frontin' on any man down with the Clan\n[01:55.01] I be comin' for the headpiece you can't cope\n[01:57.74] For my brother, I bring it to the Pope\n[01:59.52] Word to mother, serial killa style from Big Isle\n[02:02.27] No stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at?\n[02:04.91] Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean thick\n[02:07.65] Niggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick\n[02:09.58] It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'\n[02:12.23] That's all I can stands, an' I can't stands no mo'\n[02:14.99] What is it? Niggaz think they bigga\n[02:16.75] 'Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol\n[02:18.56] They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it\n[02:21.21] With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic\n[02:23.98] Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice\n[02:25.87] But he don't want the hassle, then we try to overthrow the castle\n[02:29.49] Better yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town\n[02:32.11] Black man, the rental, God, the pistol\n[02:34.80] Yah, if you don't want a burn from the glock\n[02:36.62] Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops\n[02:39.39] Here, no more dough will be made\n[02:42.06] Unless it's being made by hoes\n[02:43.92] What's that rhythm, what's that sound?\n[02:45.73] Party people gettin' down\n[02:48.45] When it hit the baddest man\n[02:51.10] Just breathe in, till then\n[02:53.81] An' keep it movin', baby, keep it movin'\n[02:55.64] I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\n[02:59.20] An' keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh\n[03:01.14] An' keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\n[03:03.82] An' keep it movin, you know we keep it movin'\n[03:05.67] Baby, we be movin', you know we keep it moo, rarh\n[03:08.31] When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n[03:12.83] Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n[03:17.32] My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n[03:22.83] An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n[03:25.71] Your careers won't be lastin' long\n[03:29.14] Throw your hands in the sky\n[03:33.09] \n[03:35.48] An' wave 'em from side to side\n[03:38.10] An' if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical\n[03:40.08] Let me hear you say, \"Stimuli\"\n[03:41.88] When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n[03:47.25] Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n[03:50.84] My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n[03:57.19] An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n[04:00.84] Your careers won't be lastin' long\n[04:02.70] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - 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comin' for the headpiece you can't cope\n For my brother, I bring it to the Pope\n Word to mother, serial killa style from Big Isle\n No stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at?\n\n Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean thick\n Niggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick\n It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'\n That's all I can stands, an' I can't stands no mo'\n\n What is it? Niggaz think they bigga\n 'Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol\n They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it\n With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic\n\n Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice\n But he don't want the hassle, then we try to overthrow the castle\n Better yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town\n Black man, the rental, God, the pistol\n\n Yah, if you don't want a burn from the glock\n Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops\n Here, no more dough will be made\n Unless it's being made by hoes\n\n What's that rhythm, what's that sound?\n Party people gettin' down\n When it hit the baddest man\n Just breathe in, till then\n\n An' keep it movin', baby, keep it movin'\n I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\n An' keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh\n An' keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh\n An' keep it movin, you know we keep it movin'\n Baby, we be movin', you know we keep it moo, rarh\n\n When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n Your careers won't be lastin' long\n\n Throw your hands in the sky\n An' wave 'em from side to side\n An' if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical\n Let me hear you say, \"Stimuli\"\n\n When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified\n Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide\n My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong\n An' all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry\n Your careers won't be lastin' long\n"},{"id":32059778,"name":"Method Man - Tical - 03 - Bring The Pain","trackName":"Method Man - Tical - 03 - Bring The Pain","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Basically\nCan't fuck with me\n\nI came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain\nLet's go inside my astral plane\nFind out my mental, based on instrumental\nRecords, hey, so I can write monumental\nMethods, I'm not the king\nBut niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream\nCheck it, just how deep can shit get\nDeep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it\n\nIn your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over\nThen got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed\nWho the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side\nAnd I'm the dark side of the Force\nOf course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\nI be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it\nFuck it, two tears in a bucket\nNiggas want the ruckus\nBustin' at me, bruh, now bust it\n\nStyles, I gets buckwild\nMethod Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick\nInsane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy\nOut her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze\n\nIs it real, son, is it really real, son?\nLet me know it's real, son, if it's really real\nSomething I could feel, son, load it up and kill one\nWant it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh\n\nWhen I was a likle stereo (stereo)\nI listen to some Champion (Champion)\nI always wondered (wondered)\nWhen I will be di number one (Tical)\nAnd now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)\nAnd a Gorgon sound a Rein\nAn' any jump and come tes' mi (test me)\nMi a-go lick out dem brain (it's like that)\n\nBrothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope\nThe only way you'll hang is by the neck\nNigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects\nTake it as a threat, better yet it's a promise\nComin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit\nNigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit\nAnd it's gonna get even worse, word to God\nIt's the Wu comin' through, stickin' niggas for they garments\n\nMovin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth\nCame to represent and carve my name in your chest\nYou can come test, realize you're no contest\nSon, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West\nQuick on the draw with my hands on the four-\nNine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\nCheck it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper\nRhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof\n\nHuh, vodka, no OJ, no straw\nWhen you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw\nI've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns\nEnough to give my chest hairs a perm\nI don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho\nAll I need is Chemical Bank to pay the roll\n\nWhat, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style\n(Northern spicy brown mustard hoes, word up, we be hazardous)\nWe have to stick you\n\nIs it real, son, is it really real, son? (Motherfucker, I'll fuckin')\nLet me know it's real, son, if it's really real\nSomething I could feel, son, load it up and kill one\nWant it raw deal, son, if it's really real\n\nI'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off\nAnd make you kneel at some staircase, piss\nI'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin' but sleepin' pills\nGet yours, motherfucker\nSo fuck the ho, fuck the ho","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.16] Basically\n[00:02.62] Can't fuck with me\n[00:04.68] I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain\n[00:07.73] Let's go inside my astral plane\n[00:09.60] Find out my mental, based on instrumental\n[00:11.74] Records, hey, so I can write monumental\n[00:14.13] Methods, I'm not the king\n[00:15.88] But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream\n[00:18.29] Check it, just how deep can shit get\n[00:20.61] Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it\n[00:23.61] In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over\n[00:25.92] Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed\n[00:28.33] Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side\n[00:30.60] And I'm the dark side of the Force\n[00:32.49] Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan\n[00:35.27] I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it\n[00:37.76] Fuck it, two tears in a bucket\n[00:39.45] Niggas want the ruckus\n[00:40.61] Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it\n[00:42.47] Styles, I gets buckwild\n[00:44.01] Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick\n[00:47.12] Insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy\n[00:49.55] Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze\n[00:51.65] Is it real, son, is it really real, son?\n[00:53.72] Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real\n[00:56.25] Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one\n[00:58.38] Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh\n[01:01.54] When I was a likle stereo (stereo)\n[01:03.66] I listen to some Champion (Champion)\n[01:06.06] I always wondered (wondered)\n[01:08.50] When I will be di number one (Tical)\n[01:10.73] And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)\n[01:13.26] And a Gorgon sound a Rein\n[01:15.67] An' any jump and come tes' mi (test me)\n[01:17.86] Mi a-go lick out dem brain (it's like that)\n[01:20.06] Brothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope\n[01:22.41] The only way you'll hang is by the neck\n[01:24.17] Nigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects\n[01:26.74] Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise\n[01:29.01] Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit\n[01:31.48] Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit\n[01:33.75] And it's gonna get even worse, word to God\n[01:35.92] It's the Wu comin' through, stickin' niggas for they garments\n[01:38.41] Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth\n[01:40.75] Came to represent and carve my name in your chest\n[01:43.02] You can come test, realize you're no contest\n[01:45.67] Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West\n[01:47.81] Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-\n[01:50.16] Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore\n[01:52.58] Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper\n[01:55.50] Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof\n[01:57.68] Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw\n[02:00.20] When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw\n[02:02.53] I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns\n[02:05.42] Enough to give my chest hairs a perm\n[02:07.31] I don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho\n[02:09.69] All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the roll\n[02:12.41] What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style\n[02:16.46] (Northern spicy brown mustard hoes, word up, we be hazardous)\n[02:18.76] We have to stick you\n[02:21.25] Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Motherfucker, I'll fuckin')\n[02:23.46] Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real\n[02:25.58] Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one\n[02:27.93] Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real\n[02:30.52] I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off\n[02:34.94] And make you kneel at some staircase, piss\n[02:38.48] I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin' but sleepin' pills\n[02:54.33] Get yours, motherfucker\n[03:01.11] So fuck the ho, fuck the ho\n[03:05.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 03 - Bring The Pain\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 190000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Basically\n start_ms: 160\n end_ms: 2620\n- text: Can't fuck with me\n start_ms: 2620\n end_ms: 4680\n- text: I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain\n start_ms: 4680\n end_ms: 7730\n- text: Let's go inside my astral plane\n start_ms: 7730\n end_ms: 9600\n- text: Find out my mental, based on instrumental\n start_ms: 9600\n end_ms: 11740\n- text: Records, hey, so I can write monumental\n start_ms: 11740\n end_ms: 14130\n- text: Methods, I'm not the king\n start_ms: 14130\n end_ms: 15880\n- text: But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream\n start_ms: 15880\n end_ms: 18290\n- text: Check it, just how deep can shit get\n start_ms: 18290\n end_ms: 20610\n- text: Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it\n start_ms: 20610\n end_ms: 23610\n- text: In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over\n start_ms: 23610\n end_ms: 25920\n- text: Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed\n start_ms: 25920\n end_ms: 28330\n- text: Who the boss? 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Raekwon the Chef, Tical!\nIt's about to go on, Tical!\nYou make the call, I make the call!\nIt's all for all\nMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef\n(count my shells)\nAnd there's about to be one left\n(count my shells, nigga)\nI know you know it's on kid\n(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)\n*bell rings*\n\n[Method Man, (Raekwon)]\nWho lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye\nCheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle\nniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught\na bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short\nof a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening\nstyle, blowing up the spot like ballistic\nmissiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven\ntearing up the power-u, Me-Tical\nA bad motherfucking Buddha Monk, what the fuck\nhit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front\nout the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain\nof the dog shit, nobody move run your garments\nA rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat\nWrap a power in a tec, to wet\na nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases\nSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever\nFucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer\nBobbing on my nob like an all day sucker\n*bell rings* Bitch!\nMeth Vs. Chef\n(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef\n(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef\n(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef\n(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death\n*bell rings*\n\n[Raekwon]\nI'm going all out kid no turnbacks\nYou could try to front, get smoked and that's that\nLyric assassin, dressed in black bugging\nSixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then\nI go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt\ncause niggaz act funny, and fumble\nBut I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly\nNiggaz stay strapped, armed to die\nTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowing\nWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop\nNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session\nBloodshot in that direction, cypher\n*bell rings*\nAttack you like chess moves best move\nYo, yeah, yo\nThe boards, your ass\n'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*\n'Tack the boards like chess moves best move\nat Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew\nLive direct, yeah you better step\nGunshots ring on the set, let's jet\nMotivate, to the gate\nWith some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle\nAirwaves, yo behave\nNow you're a slave with the boots that paved the way\n*bell rings three times*\nAhh shit!\n\nChef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.92] [Kung Fu Sample]\n[00:08.02] Duel, worthy of a general\n[00:10.04] If you want to fight, fight with me!\n[00:13.06] One to one! Man to man!\n[00:16.07] [Intro: Lounge Lo, (Raekwon)]\n[00:19.00] Get ready to gel team!\n[00:20.08] Live and direct from the one-six-ooh\n[00:22.02] We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!\n[00:27.02] It's about to go on, Tical!\n[00:29.18] You make the call, I make the call!\n[00:31.18] It's all for all\n[00:33.11] Method Man, Raekwon the Chef\n[00:36.10] (count my shells)\n[00:37.16] And there's about to be one left\n[00:38.33] (count my shells, nigga)\n[00:39.37] I know you know it's on kid\n[00:40.32] (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)\n[00:42.35] *bell rings*\n[00:43.45] [Method Man, (Raekwon)]\n[00:44.48] Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye\n[00:45.47] Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle\n[00:46.56] niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught\n[00:50.57] a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short\n[00:51.56] of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening\n[00:52.62] style, blowing up the spot like ballistic\n[00:56.61] missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven\n[01:00.65] tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical\n[01:02.74] A bad motherfucking Buddha Monk, what the fuck\n[01:04.78] hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front\n[01:07.76] out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain\n[01:09.79] of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments\n[01:12.72] A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat\n[01:14.88] Wrap a power in a tec, to wet\n[01:16.83] a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases\n[01:19.88] Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever\n[01:22.95] Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer\n[01:24.03] Bobbing on my nob like an all day sucker\n[01:28.07] *bell rings* Bitch!\n[01:30.07] Meth Vs. Chef\n[01:31.95] (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef\n[01:34.96] (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef\n[01:37.06] (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef\n[01:39.05] (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death\n[01:41.06] *bell rings*\n[01:42.02] [Raekwon]\n[01:43.09] I'm going all out kid no turnbacks\n[01:44.13] You could try to front, get smoked and that's that\n[01:46.15] Lyric assassin, dressed in black bugging\n[01:48.14] Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then\n[01:51.18] I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt\n[01:54.13] cause niggaz act funny, and fumble\n[01:56.22] But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly\n[01:58.24] Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die\n[02:01.20] Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowing\n[02:04.38] Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop\n[02:06.37] No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session\n[02:08.32] Bloodshot in that direction, cypher\n[02:10.43] *bell rings*\n[02:11.42] Attack you like chess moves best move\n[02:13.41] Yo, yeah, yo\n[02:15.59] The boards, your ass\n[02:18.51] 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*\n[02:20.43] 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move\n[02:23.57] at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew\n[02:26.55] Live direct, yeah you better step\n[02:28.62] Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet\n[02:30.62] Motivate, to the gate\n[02:32.78] With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle\n[02:35.79] Airwaves, yo behave\n[02:37.80] Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way\n[02:40.03] *bell rings three times*\n[02:43.16] Ahh shit!\n[02:49.26] Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth\n[03:33.49] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 06 - Meth Vs. Chef\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 216000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Kung Fu Sample]'\n start_ms: 1920\n end_ms: 8020\n- text: Duel, worthy of a general\n start_ms: 8020\n end_ms: 10040\n- text: If you want to fight, fight with me!\n start_ms: 10040\n end_ms: 13060\n- text: One to one! Man to man!\n start_ms: 13060\n end_ms: 16070\n- text: '[Intro: Lounge Lo, (Raekwon)]'\n start_ms: 16070\n end_ms: 19000\n- text: Get ready to gel team!\n start_ms: 19000\n end_ms: 20080\n- text: Live and direct from the one-six-ooh\n start_ms: 20080\n end_ms: 22020\n- text: We got Tical, pow! 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Chef\n start_ms: 90070\n end_ms: 91950\n- text: (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef\n start_ms: 91950\n end_ms: 94960\n- text: (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef\n start_ms: 94960\n end_ms: 97060\n- text: (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef\n start_ms: 97060\n end_ms: 99050\n- text: (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death\n start_ms: 99050\n end_ms: 101060\n- text: '*bell rings*'\n start_ms: 101060\n end_ms: 102020\n- text: '[Raekwon]'\n start_ms: 102020\n end_ms: 103090\n- text: I'm going all out kid no turnbacks\n start_ms: 103090\n end_ms: 104130\n- text: You could try to front, get smoked and that's that\n start_ms: 104130\n end_ms: 106150\n- text: Lyric assassin, dressed in black bugging\n start_ms: 106150\n end_ms: 108140\n- text: Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then\n start_ms: 108140\n end_ms: 111180\n- text: I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt\n start_ms: 111180\n end_ms: 114130\n- text: cause niggaz act funny, and fumble\n start_ms: 114130\n end_ms: 116220\n- text: But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly\n start_ms: 116220\n end_ms: 118240\n- text: Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die\n start_ms: 118240\n end_ms: 121200\n- text: Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowing\n start_ms: 121200\n end_ms: 124380\n- text: Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop\n start_ms: 124380\n end_ms: 126370\n- text: No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session\n start_ms: 126370\n end_ms: 128320\n- text: Bloodshot in that direction, cypher\n start_ms: 128320\n end_ms: 130430\n- text: '*bell rings*'\n start_ms: 130430\n end_ms: 131420\n- text: Attack you like chess moves best move\n start_ms: 131420\n end_ms: 133410\n- text: Yo, yeah, yo\n start_ms: 133410\n end_ms: 135590\n- text: The boards, your ass\n start_ms: 135590\n end_ms: 138510\n- text: '''Tack, ''tack, ''tack, uH! *bell rings*'\n start_ms: 138510\n end_ms: 140430\n- text: '''Tack the boards like chess moves best move'\n start_ms: 140430\n end_ms: 143570\n- text: at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew\n start_ms: 143570\n end_ms: 146550\n- text: Live direct, yeah you better step\n start_ms: 146550\n end_ms: 148620\n- text: Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet\n start_ms: 148620\n end_ms: 150620\n- text: Motivate, to the gate\n start_ms: 150620\n end_ms: 152780\n- text: With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle\n start_ms: 152780\n end_ms: 155790\n- text: Airwaves, yo behave\n start_ms: 155790\n end_ms: 157800\n- text: Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way\n start_ms: 157800\n end_ms: 160030\n- text: '*bell rings three times*'\n start_ms: 160030\n end_ms: 163160\n- text: Ahh shit!\n start_ms: 163160\n end_ms: 169260\n- text: Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth\n start_ms: 169260\n end_ms: 213490\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 213490\nplain: |-\n [Kung Fu Sample]\n Duel, worthy of a general\n If you want to fight, fight with me!\n One to one! Man to man!\n\n [Intro: Lounge Lo, (Raekwon)]\n Get ready to gel team!\n Live and direct from the one-six-ooh\n We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!\n It's about to go on, Tical!\n You make the call, I make the call!\n It's all for all\n Method Man, Raekwon the Chef\n (count my shells)\n And there's about to be one left\n (count my shells, nigga)\n I know you know it's on kid\n (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)\n *bell rings*\n\n [Method Man, (Raekwon)]\n Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye\n Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle\n niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught\n a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short\n of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening\n style, blowing up the spot like ballistic\n missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven\n tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical\n A bad motherfucking Buddha Monk, what the fuck\n hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front\n out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain\n of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments\n A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat\n Wrap a power in a tec, to wet\n a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases\n Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever\n Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer\n Bobbing on my nob like an all day sucker\n *bell rings* Bitch!\n Meth Vs. Chef\n (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef\n (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef\n (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef\n (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death\n *bell rings*\n\n [Raekwon]\n I'm going all out kid no turnbacks\n You could try to front, get smoked and that's that\n Lyric assassin, dressed in black bugging\n Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then\n I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt\n cause niggaz act funny, and fumble\n But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly\n Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die\n Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowing\n Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop\n No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session\n Bloodshot in that direction, cypher\n *bell rings*\n Attack you like chess moves best move\n Yo, yeah, yo\n The boards, your ass\n 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*\n 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move\n at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew\n Live direct, yeah you better step\n Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet\n Motivate, to the gate\n With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle\n Airwaves, yo behave\n Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way\n *bell rings three times*\n Ahh shit!\n\n Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth\n"},{"id":14570884,"name":"7.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Sub Cr","trackName":"7.Method Man (1994) - Tical - Sub Cr","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":133.9745,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro/Chorus:\n\nWe can all get by if we want now\nGet a phat piece of the pie if we want\nMotherfuckers getting mad high when they want now\nI will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nWord up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block\nThings just ain't peace no more, fuck it\nIf you ain't with me then forget me\nNiggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty\nCreeping niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\nRipping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now\nStay out my water or it's manslaughter\nKid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto-\nMatic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\nbusting mad shots to ya attic\nThey say this hazard, this flows a hazard\nStraight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n\"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes\nTo never take a dive I will survive\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two:\n\nShit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\nLike they want problems, you want em, you got em\nRap contact, is writing this exactly,\nThe way it should be, attacked\nKiller Beeeees on a swarm\nShit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\nThe ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\nI bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\nDecipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\nThat rekindle like old flames\nSaliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\nOops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\nStyles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\nI be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\nBlasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\nFlipping on the mic, it's a classic","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] Intro/Chorus:\n[00:02.64] We can all get by if we want now\n[00:11.98] Get a phat piece of the pie if we 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survive\n[00:59.38] Chorus\n[01:00.29] Verse Two:\n[01:01.20] Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\n[01:18.43] Like they want problems, you want em, you got em\n[01:22.16] Rap contact, is writing this exactly,\n[01:23.96] The way it should be, attacked\n[01:27.59] Killer Beeeees on a swarm\n[01:29.32] Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\n[01:32.18] The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n[01:34.08] I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n[01:37.66] Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\n[01:41.23] That rekindle like old flames\n[01:43.03] Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\n[01:46.74] Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\n[01:49.57] Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\n[01:52.25] I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\n[01:54.99] Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\n[01:57.68] Flipping on the mic, it's a classic\n[01:59.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 7.Method Man (1994) 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32140\n end_ms: 34830\n- text: Ripping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now\n start_ms: 34830\n end_ms: 37610\n- text: Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n start_ms: 37610\n end_ms: 40390\n- text: Kid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto-\n start_ms: 40390\n end_ms: 43010\n- text: Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\n start_ms: 43010\n end_ms: 45730\n- text: busting mad shots to ya attic\n start_ms: 45730\n end_ms: 48470\n- text: They say this hazard, this flows a hazard\n start_ms: 48470\n end_ms: 50250\n- text: Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n start_ms: 50250\n end_ms: 53920\n- text: '\"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes'\n start_ms: 53920\n end_ms: 57520\n- text: To never take a dive I will survive\n start_ms: 57520\n end_ms: 59380\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 59380\n end_ms: 60290\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 60290\n end_ms: 61200\n- text: Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\n start_ms: 61200\n end_ms: 78430\n- text: Like they want problems, you want em, you got em\n start_ms: 78430\n end_ms: 82160\n- text: Rap contact, is writing this exactly,\n start_ms: 82160\n end_ms: 83960\n- text: The way it should be, attacked\n start_ms: 83960\n end_ms: 87590\n- text: Killer Beeeees on a swarm\n start_ms: 87590\n end_ms: 89320\n- text: Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\n start_ms: 89320\n end_ms: 92180\n- text: The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n start_ms: 92180\n end_ms: 94080\n- text: I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n start_ms: 94080\n end_ms: 97660\n- text: Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\n start_ms: 97660\n end_ms: 101230\n- text: That rekindle like old flames\n start_ms: 101230\n end_ms: 103030\n- text: Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\n start_ms: 103030\n end_ms: 106740\n- text: Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\n start_ms: 106740\n end_ms: 109570\n- text: Styles be 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auto-\n Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\n busting mad shots to ya attic\n They say this hazard, this flows a hazard\n Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n \"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes\n To never take a dive I will survive\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two:\n\n Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\n Like they want problems, you want em, you got em\n Rap contact, is writing this exactly,\n The way it should be, attacked\n Killer Beeeees on a swarm\n Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\n The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\n That rekindle like old flames\n Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\n Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\n Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\n I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\n Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\n 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flows a hazard\nStraight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n\"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes\nTo never take a dive I will survive\n\nChorus\n\nVerse Two:\n\nShit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\nLike they want problems, you want em, you got em\nRap contact, is writing this exactly,\nThe way it should be, attacked\nKiller Beeeees on a swarm\nShit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\nThe ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\nI bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\nDecipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\nThat rekindle like old flames\nSaliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\nOops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\nStyles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\nI be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\nBlasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\nFlipping on the mic, it's a classic","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.75] Intro/Chorus:\n[00:02.64] We can all get by if we want now\n[00:11.98] Get a phat piece of the pie if we want\n[00:14.63] Motherfuckers getting mad high when they want now\n[00:17.32] I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n[00:20.04] Verse One:\n[00:21.80] Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block\n[00:24.68] Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it\n[00:26.47] If you ain't with me then forget me\n[00:28.22] Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty\n[00:32.14] Creeping niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\n[00:34.83] Ripping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now\n[00:37.61] Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n[00:40.39] Kid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto-\n[00:43.01] Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\n[00:45.73] busting mad shots to ya attic\n[00:48.47] They say this hazard, this flows a hazard\n[00:50.25] Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n[00:53.92] \"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes\n[00:57.52] To never take a dive I will survive\n[00:59.38] Chorus\n[01:00.29] Verse Two:\n[01:01.20] Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\n[01:18.43] Like they want problems, you want em, you got em\n[01:22.16] Rap contact, is writing this exactly,\n[01:23.96] The way it should be, attacked\n[01:27.59] Killer Beeeees on a swarm\n[01:29.32] Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\n[01:32.18] The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n[01:34.08] I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n[01:37.66] Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\n[01:41.23] That rekindle like old flames\n[01:43.03] Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\n[01:46.74] Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\n[01:49.57] Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\n[01:52.25] I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\n[01:54.99] Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\n[01:57.68] Flipping on the mic, it's a classic\n[01:59.43] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n 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with no heart\n start_ms: 32140\n end_ms: 34830\n- text: Ripping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now\n start_ms: 34830\n end_ms: 37610\n- text: Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n start_ms: 37610\n end_ms: 40390\n- text: Kid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto-\n start_ms: 40390\n end_ms: 43010\n- text: Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\n start_ms: 43010\n end_ms: 45730\n- text: busting mad shots to ya attic\n start_ms: 45730\n end_ms: 48470\n- text: They say this hazard, this flows a hazard\n start_ms: 48470\n end_ms: 50250\n- text: Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n start_ms: 50250\n end_ms: 53920\n- text: '\"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes'\n start_ms: 53920\n end_ms: 57520\n- text: To never take a dive I will survive\n start_ms: 57520\n end_ms: 59380\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 59380\n end_ms: 60290\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 60290\n end_ms: 61200\n- text: Shit's gonna 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109570\n- text: Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\n start_ms: 109570\n end_ms: 112250\n- text: I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\n start_ms: 112250\n end_ms: 114990\n- text: Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\n start_ms: 114990\n end_ms: 117680\n- text: Flipping on the mic, it's a classic\n start_ms: 117680\n end_ms: 119430\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 119430\nplain: |-\n Intro/Chorus:\n\n We can all get by if we want now\n Get a phat piece of the pie if we want\n Motherfuckers getting mad high when they want now\n I will survive, recognize it be Tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block\n Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it\n If you ain't with me then forget me\n Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty\n Creeping niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart\n Ripping ass apart, I'll be swimming with the sharks now\n Stay out my water or it's manslaughter\n Kid, you oughta start reaching for that nickel-plated auto-\n Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps\n busting mad shots to ya attic\n They say this hazard, this flows a hazard\n Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head, and it said\n \"Wanted Dead or Alive,\" I swear by the whites of they eyes\n To never take a dive I will survive\n\n Chorus\n\n Verse Two:\n\n Shit's gonna happen if niggas start acting\n Like they want problems, you want em, you got em\n Rap contact, is writing this exactly,\n The way it should be, attacked\n Killer Beeeees on a swarm\n Shit like Martial Law drops bombs like Qur'an\n The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism\n I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom\n Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles\n That rekindle like old flames\n Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliver\n Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River\n Styles be tight, trite like a thief in the night\n I be the sneaky-ass nigga busting nuts in yo wife\n Blasted, bugging off Bacardi and acid\n Flipping on the mic, it's a classic\n"},{"id":79307,"name":"Tical","trackName":"Tical","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nAnd I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nGet severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nThat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.89] *Sounds of fighting*\n[00:21.64] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:24.39] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:27.07] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:30.78] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:32.58] From the tip top?\n[00:33.40] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:36.14] Yup\n[00:37.07] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:40.66] One two one two\n[00:41.56] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.01] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:49.64] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.52] Chorus:\n[00:51.47] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:55.91] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:01.45] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:06.89] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.23] Verse One:\n[01:13.19] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:14.95] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:17.76] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:20.41] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:23.18] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:26.67] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:29.39] And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:32.01] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:34.70] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:37.42] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:40.19] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:42.86] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:46.52] Get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:49.23] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:51.95] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:54.60] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:58.21] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:00.04] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:03.10] Chorus\n[02:25.74] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:28.42] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:31.18] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.81] Check it out\n[02:36.63] Verse Two:\n[02:37.43] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:40.24] That we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:42.92] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:45.64] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:48.38] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:51.00] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:53.88] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:57.48] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:00.15] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:01.94] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:04.69] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:07.34] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:10.91] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:13.79] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:16.45] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:19.12] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:22.72] Chorus\n[03:48.04] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.88] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:54.44] (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tical\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 237000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*Sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 10890\n end_ms: 21640\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 21640\n end_ms: 24390\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 24390\n end_ms: 27070\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 27070\n end_ms: 30780\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 30780\n end_ms: 32580\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 32580\n end_ms: 33400\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 33400\n end_ms: 36140\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 36140\n end_ms: 37070\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 37070\n end_ms: 40660\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 40660\n end_ms: 41560\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 41560\n end_ms: 46010\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46010\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 49640\n end_ms: 50520\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50520\n end_ms: 51470\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51470\n end_ms: 55910\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 55910\n end_ms: 61450\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 61450\n end_ms: 66890\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 66890\n end_ms: 72230\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72230\n end_ms: 73190\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73190\n end_ms: 74950\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 74950\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80410\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 80410\n end_ms: 83180\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 83180\n end_ms: 86670\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 86670\n end_ms: 89390\n- text: And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 89390\n end_ms: 92010\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 92010\n end_ms: 94700\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 94700\n end_ms: 97420\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 97420\n end_ms: 100190\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 100190\n end_ms: 102860\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 102860\n end_ms: 106520\n- text: Get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 106520\n end_ms: 109230\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 109230\n end_ms: 111950\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 111950\n end_ms: 114600\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 114600\n end_ms: 118210\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 118210\n end_ms: 120040\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 120040\n end_ms: 123100\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 123100\n end_ms: 145740\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 145740\n end_ms: 148420\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 148420\n end_ms: 151180\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 151180\n end_ms: 153810\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 153810\n end_ms: 156630\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 156630\n end_ms: 157430\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 157430\n end_ms: 160240\n- text: That we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 160240\n end_ms: 162920\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 162920\n end_ms: 165640\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 165640\n end_ms: 168380\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 168380\n end_ms: 171000\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 171000\n end_ms: 173880\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 173880\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 180150\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 180150\n end_ms: 181940\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 181940\n end_ms: 184690\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 184690\n end_ms: 187340\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 187340\n end_ms: 190910\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 190910\n end_ms: 193790\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 193790\n end_ms: 196450\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 196450\n end_ms: 199120\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 199120\n end_ms: 202720\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 202720\n end_ms: 228040\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 228040\n end_ms: 229880\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229880\n end_ms: 234440\n- text: (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 234440\n end_ms: 236580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236580\nplain: |-\n *Sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n Get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n That we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n"},{"id":32894205,"name":"Tical","trackName":"Tical","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":232.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nAnd I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nGet severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nThat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.89] *Sounds of fighting*\n[00:21.64] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:24.39] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:27.07] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:30.78] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:32.58] From the tip top?\n[00:33.40] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:36.14] Yup\n[00:37.07] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:40.66] One two one two\n[00:41.56] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.01] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:49.64] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.52] Chorus:\n[00:51.47] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:55.91] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:01.45] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:06.89] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.23] Verse One:\n[01:13.19] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:14.95] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:17.76] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:20.41] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:23.18] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:26.67] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:29.39] And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:32.01] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:34.70] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:37.42] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:40.19] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:42.86] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:46.52] Get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:49.23] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:51.95] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:54.60] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:58.21] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:00.04] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:03.10] Chorus\n[02:25.74] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:28.42] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:31.18] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.81] Check it out\n[02:36.63] Verse Two:\n[02:37.43] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:40.24] That we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:42.92] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:45.64] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:48.38] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:51.00] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:53.88] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:57.48] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:00.15] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:01.94] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:04.69] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:07.34] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:10.91] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:13.79] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:16.45] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:19.12] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:22.72] Chorus\n[03:48.04] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.88] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:54.44] (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tical\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 232000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*Sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 10890\n end_ms: 21640\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 21640\n end_ms: 24390\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 24390\n end_ms: 27070\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 27070\n end_ms: 30780\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 30780\n end_ms: 32580\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 32580\n end_ms: 33400\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 33400\n end_ms: 36140\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 36140\n end_ms: 37070\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 37070\n end_ms: 40660\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 40660\n end_ms: 41560\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 41560\n end_ms: 46010\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46010\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 49640\n end_ms: 50520\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50520\n end_ms: 51470\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51470\n end_ms: 55910\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 55910\n end_ms: 61450\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 61450\n end_ms: 66890\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 66890\n end_ms: 72230\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72230\n end_ms: 73190\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73190\n end_ms: 74950\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 74950\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80410\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 80410\n end_ms: 83180\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 83180\n end_ms: 86670\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 86670\n end_ms: 89390\n- text: And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 89390\n end_ms: 92010\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 92010\n end_ms: 94700\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 94700\n end_ms: 97420\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 97420\n end_ms: 100190\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 100190\n end_ms: 102860\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 102860\n end_ms: 106520\n- text: Get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 106520\n end_ms: 109230\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 109230\n end_ms: 111950\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 111950\n end_ms: 114600\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 114600\n end_ms: 118210\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 118210\n end_ms: 120040\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 120040\n end_ms: 123100\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 123100\n end_ms: 145740\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 145740\n end_ms: 148420\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 148420\n end_ms: 151180\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 151180\n end_ms: 153810\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 153810\n end_ms: 156630\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 156630\n end_ms: 157430\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 157430\n end_ms: 160240\n- text: That we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 160240\n end_ms: 162920\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 162920\n end_ms: 165640\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 165640\n end_ms: 168380\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 168380\n end_ms: 171000\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 171000\n end_ms: 173880\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 173880\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 180150\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 180150\n end_ms: 181940\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 181940\n end_ms: 184690\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 184690\n end_ms: 187340\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 187340\n end_ms: 190910\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 190910\n end_ms: 193790\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 193790\n end_ms: 196450\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 196450\n end_ms: 199120\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 199120\n end_ms: 202720\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 202720\n end_ms: 228040\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 228040\n end_ms: 229880\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229880\n end_ms: 234440\n- text: (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 234440\n end_ms: 236580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236580\nplain: |-\n *Sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n Get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n That we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n"},{"id":19255547,"name":"Tical","trackName":"Tical","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":244.767347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*Sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nAnd I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nGet severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nThat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.89] *Sounds of fighting*\n[00:21.64] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:24.39] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:27.07] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:30.78] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:32.58] From the tip top?\n[00:33.40] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:36.14] Yup\n[00:37.07] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:40.66] One two one two\n[00:41.56] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.01] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:49.64] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.52] Chorus:\n[00:51.47] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:55.91] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:01.45] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:06.89] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.23] Verse One:\n[01:13.19] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:14.95] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:17.76] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:20.41] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:23.18] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:26.67] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:29.39] And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:32.01] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:34.70] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:37.42] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:40.19] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:42.86] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:46.52] Get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:49.23] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:51.95] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:54.60] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:58.21] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:00.04] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:03.10] Chorus\n[02:25.74] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:28.42] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:31.18] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.81] Check it out\n[02:36.63] Verse Two:\n[02:37.43] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:40.24] That we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:42.92] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:45.64] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:48.38] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:51.00] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:53.88] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:57.48] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:00.15] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:01.94] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:04.69] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:07.34] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:10.91] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:13.79] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:16.45] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:19.12] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:22.72] Chorus\n[03:48.04] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.88] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:54.44] (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.58] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tical\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 244767\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*Sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 10890\n end_ms: 21640\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 21640\n end_ms: 24390\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 24390\n end_ms: 27070\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 27070\n end_ms: 30780\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 30780\n end_ms: 32580\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 32580\n end_ms: 33400\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 33400\n end_ms: 36140\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 36140\n end_ms: 37070\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 37070\n end_ms: 40660\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 40660\n end_ms: 41560\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 41560\n end_ms: 46010\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46010\n end_ms: 49640\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 49640\n end_ms: 50520\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50520\n end_ms: 51470\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51470\n end_ms: 55910\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 55910\n end_ms: 61450\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 61450\n end_ms: 66890\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 66890\n end_ms: 72230\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72230\n end_ms: 73190\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73190\n end_ms: 74950\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 74950\n end_ms: 77760\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 77760\n end_ms: 80410\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 80410\n end_ms: 83180\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 83180\n end_ms: 86670\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 86670\n end_ms: 89390\n- text: And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 89390\n end_ms: 92010\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 92010\n end_ms: 94700\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 94700\n end_ms: 97420\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 97420\n end_ms: 100190\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 100190\n end_ms: 102860\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 102860\n end_ms: 106520\n- text: Get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 106520\n end_ms: 109230\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 109230\n end_ms: 111950\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 111950\n end_ms: 114600\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 114600\n end_ms: 118210\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 118210\n end_ms: 120040\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 120040\n end_ms: 123100\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 123100\n end_ms: 145740\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 145740\n end_ms: 148420\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 148420\n end_ms: 151180\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 151180\n end_ms: 153810\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 153810\n end_ms: 156630\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 156630\n end_ms: 157430\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 157430\n end_ms: 160240\n- text: That we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 160240\n end_ms: 162920\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 162920\n end_ms: 165640\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 165640\n end_ms: 168380\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 168380\n end_ms: 171000\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 171000\n end_ms: 173880\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 173880\n end_ms: 177480\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 177480\n end_ms: 180150\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 180150\n end_ms: 181940\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 181940\n end_ms: 184690\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 184690\n end_ms: 187340\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 187340\n end_ms: 190910\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 190910\n end_ms: 193790\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 193790\n end_ms: 196450\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 196450\n end_ms: 199120\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 199120\n end_ms: 202720\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 202720\n end_ms: 228040\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 228040\n end_ms: 229880\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229880\n end_ms: 234440\n- text: (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 234440\n end_ms: 236580\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236580\nplain: |-\n *Sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n And I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n Get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n That we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n (Yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n"},{"id":16549626,"name":"Tical","trackName":"Tical","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":240.102875,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*sounds of fighting*\n\n\"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\nEn garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n\"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\nIntro: Method (and others)\n\nFrom the tip top?\n(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\nYup\nOne two (no doubt, no doubt)\nOne two one two\nYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\nAh one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\nAh one two yo, check me out\n\nChorus:\n\nWhat's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\nWhat's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\nPass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\nVerse One:\n\nCheck it, I got styles, all of em sick\nNiggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\nI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\nHe ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\nThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\nI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\nand I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\nIn a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\nIt's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\nMethod Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\nCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\nMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\nget severe on the double I harass it\nI don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\nYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\nOpen up a deadly venom style to be mastered\nBy a psychopathic, way beyond an average\nJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\nChorus\n\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nOne two, uh, one two one two\nCheck it out\n\nVerse Two:\n\nWhat goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\nthat we got is to stay high, no question\nLethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\nWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya section\nMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\nDo dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\nTo' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\nTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\nIs there a fuckin snake in my garden?\nStarvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\nPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\nIn a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\nI'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\nGod damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\nI be sprayin, brother with words\nCause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\nChorus\n\nOne two uh, one two one two\nOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.68] *sounds of fighting*\n[00:23.66] \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n[00:25.48] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n[00:29.94] \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n[00:32.78] Intro: Method (and others)\n[00:33.62] From the tip top?\n[00:35.45] (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n[00:38.16] Yup\n[00:39.91] One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n[00:41.75] One two one two\n[00:43.65] Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n[00:46.33] Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n[00:50.08] Ah one two yo, check me out\n[00:50.94] Chorus:\n[00:51.89] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[00:56.32] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:03.64] What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n[01:08.28] Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n[01:12.76] Verse One:\n[01:13.63] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n[01:17.23] Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n[01:20.08] I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n[01:21.85] He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n[01:25.45] That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n[01:28.17] I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n[01:31.82] and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n[01:34.51] In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n[01:36.31] It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n[01:40.04] Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n[01:42.76] Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n[01:45.42] Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n[01:48.12] get severe on the double I harass it\n[01:50.93] I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n[01:53.61] Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n[01:57.27] Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n[01:59.92] By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n[02:02.73] Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n[02:04.53] Chorus\n[02:05.48] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:30.85] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:33.69] One two, uh, one two one two\n[02:36.34] Check it out\n[02:38.19] Verse Two:\n[02:39.07] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n[02:42.69] that we got is to stay high, no question\n[02:44.58] Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n[02:47.20] When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n[02:50.83] Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n[02:53.67] Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n[02:56.36] To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n[02:59.06] To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n[03:01.81] Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n[03:03.64] Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n[03:07.22] Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n[03:09.07] In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n[03:12.71] I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n[03:15.45] God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n[03:19.08] I be sprayin, brother with words\n[03:20.83] Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n[03:24.59] Chorus\n[03:47.25] One two uh, one two one two\n[03:49.16] One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n[03:52.71] (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n[03:56.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tical\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 240103\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '*sounds of fighting*'\n start_ms: 3680\n end_ms: 23660\n- text: '\"You''ve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.'\n start_ms: 23660\n end_ms: 25480\n- text: En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n start_ms: 25480\n end_ms: 29940\n- text: '\"I''d like to try your Wu-Tang style, let''s begin then!\"'\n start_ms: 29940\n end_ms: 32780\n- text: 'Intro: Method (and others)'\n start_ms: 32780\n end_ms: 33620\n- text: From the tip top?\n start_ms: 33620\n end_ms: 35450\n- text: (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n start_ms: 35450\n end_ms: 38160\n- text: Yup\n start_ms: 38160\n end_ms: 39910\n- text: One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n start_ms: 39910\n end_ms: 41750\n- text: One two one two\n start_ms: 41750\n end_ms: 43650\n- text: Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n start_ms: 43650\n end_ms: 46330\n- text: Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n start_ms: 46330\n end_ms: 50080\n- text: Ah one two yo, check me out\n start_ms: 50080\n end_ms: 50940\n- text: 'Chorus:'\n start_ms: 50940\n end_ms: 51890\n- text: What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 51890\n end_ms: 56320\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 56320\n end_ms: 63640\n- text: What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 63640\n end_ms: 68280\n- text: Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n start_ms: 68280\n end_ms: 72760\n- text: 'Verse One:'\n start_ms: 72760\n end_ms: 73630\n- text: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n start_ms: 73630\n end_ms: 77230\n- text: Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n start_ms: 77230\n end_ms: 80080\n- text: I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n start_ms: 80080\n end_ms: 81850\n- text: He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n start_ms: 81850\n end_ms: 85450\n- text: That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n start_ms: 85450\n end_ms: 88170\n- text: I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n start_ms: 88170\n end_ms: 91820\n- text: and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n start_ms: 91820\n end_ms: 94510\n- text: In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n start_ms: 94510\n end_ms: 96310\n- text: It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n start_ms: 96310\n end_ms: 100040\n- text: Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n start_ms: 100040\n end_ms: 102760\n- text: Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n start_ms: 102760\n end_ms: 105420\n- text: Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n start_ms: 105420\n end_ms: 108120\n- text: get severe on the double I harass it\n start_ms: 108120\n end_ms: 110930\n- text: I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n start_ms: 110930\n end_ms: 113610\n- text: Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n start_ms: 113610\n end_ms: 117270\n- text: Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n start_ms: 117270\n end_ms: 119920\n- text: By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n start_ms: 119920\n end_ms: 122730\n- text: Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n start_ms: 122730\n end_ms: 124530\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 124530\n end_ms: 125480\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 125480\n end_ms: 150850\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 150850\n end_ms: 153690\n- text: One two, uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 153690\n end_ms: 156340\n- text: Check it out\n start_ms: 156340\n end_ms: 158190\n- text: 'Verse Two:'\n start_ms: 158190\n end_ms: 159070\n- text: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n start_ms: 159070\n end_ms: 162690\n- text: that we got is to stay high, no question\n start_ms: 162690\n end_ms: 164580\n- text: Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n start_ms: 164580\n end_ms: 167200\n- text: When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n start_ms: 167200\n end_ms: 170830\n- text: Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n start_ms: 170830\n end_ms: 173670\n- text: Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n start_ms: 173670\n end_ms: 176360\n- text: To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n start_ms: 176360\n end_ms: 179060\n- text: To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n start_ms: 179060\n end_ms: 181810\n- text: Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n start_ms: 181810\n end_ms: 183640\n- text: Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n start_ms: 183640\n end_ms: 187220\n- text: Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n start_ms: 187220\n end_ms: 189070\n- text: In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n start_ms: 189070\n end_ms: 192710\n- text: I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n start_ms: 192710\n end_ms: 195450\n- text: God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n start_ms: 195450\n end_ms: 199080\n- text: I be sprayin, brother with words\n start_ms: 199080\n end_ms: 200830\n- text: Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n start_ms: 200830\n end_ms: 204590\n- text: Chorus\n start_ms: 204590\n end_ms: 227250\n- text: One two uh, one two one two\n start_ms: 227250\n end_ms: 229160\n- text: One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n start_ms: 229160\n end_ms: 232710\n- text: (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n start_ms: 232710\n end_ms: 236380\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 236380\nplain: |-\n *sounds of fighting*\n\n \"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.\n En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.\"\n \"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!\"\n\n Intro: Method (and others)\n\n From the tip top?\n (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)\n Yup\n One two (no doubt, no doubt)\n One two one two\n Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)\n Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)\n Ah one two yo, check me out\n\n Chorus:\n\n What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical\n Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical\n\n Verse One:\n\n Check it, I got styles, all of em sick\n Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks\n I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show\n He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe\n That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek\n I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep\n and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass\n In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas\n It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky\n Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly\n Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles\n Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll\n get severe on the double I harass it\n I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble\n Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted\n Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered\n By a psychopathic, way beyond an average\n Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it\n\n Chorus\n\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n One two, uh, one two one two\n Check it out\n\n Verse Two:\n\n What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit\n that we got is to stay high, no question\n Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin\n When brothers start wettin everything in ya section\n Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that\n Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that\n To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up\n To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up\n Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?\n Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet\n Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf\n In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help\n I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody\n God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs\n I be sprayin, brother with words\n Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM\n\n Chorus\n\n One two uh, one two one two\n One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)\n (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)\n"},{"id":31508978,"name":"Method Man - Tical - 05 - What The Blood Clot","trackName":"Method Man - Tical - 05 - What The Blood Clot","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical","duration":205.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!\n(Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!\nRunnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?\n{What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville\nKnow I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!\n{The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?\nPeace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!\n(Yeah, peace to the valley goat.)\nPeace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!\n(Big up The Bridge!)\n\nAll I hear is gun shots\nCan I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!\nNigga want Tical, make it happen\nYou know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!\nWe can take it back to eighty-five\nIf you wanna start actin like you live\nIt's all good, I'm rollin' with my click\nOwls, Backwoods and Phillies\nSmokin cess blunts, mixed with illy\nGot me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted\nI'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)\nFor real, nigga, touch it and you burn\nWhen will motherfuckers learn?\nWhat be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word\nI be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it\nI'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message\nIt's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's\nKeep your thoughts on your lessons\nWhat the Blood Clot!?!\nTo tell the truth, you don't amaze me\nKilla Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me\nWhat? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this\nSmoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess\nYeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes\nIf I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case\nCuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal\nWeapons, when niggaz start the half steppin\nThen I get evil\nBut don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you\nI'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble\nI sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you\nThirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch\nWhy I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz\nFaggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!\nLook up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...\nMeth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name\nWhat the Blood Clot!?!\n\nYeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)\nFirst of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out\nTo my brothers in the belly of the beast\nRaider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love\n(Y'all niggaz better start stackin)\nJune Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)\nPussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm\n(All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)\nSUUU! We still in here, nigga\n(Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)\nJamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane\n(You get your ass beat in the streets)\nI ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin\nBig Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat\nFor all the fugitives on the run\nEverybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan\nAnd a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home\nOn work release, keep your heads up niggaz\n\nOh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.68] Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!\n[00:02.77] (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!\n[00:07.89] Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?\n[00:10.61] {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville\n[00:13.10] Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!\n[00:16.72] {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?\n[00:19.39] Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!\n[00:22.86] (Yeah, peace to the valley goat.)\n[00:24.82] Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!\n[00:29.13] (Big up The Bridge!)\n[00:32.85] All I hear is gun shots\n[00:33.90] Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!\n[00:35.91] Nigga want Tical, make it happen\n[00:37.84] You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!\n[00:39.70] We can take it back to eighty-five\n[00:41.64] If you wanna start actin like you live\n[00:43.72] It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click\n[00:45.47] Owls, Backwoods and Phillies\n[00:47.21] Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy\n[00:48.93] Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted\n[00:51.72] I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)\n[00:54.53] For real, nigga, touch it and you burn\n[00:56.21] When will motherfuckers learn?\n[00:57.44] What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word\n[00:59.98] I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it\n[01:02.30] I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message\n[01:05.08] It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's\n[01:08.18] Keep your thoughts on your lessons\n[01:09.55] What the Blood Clot!?!\n[01:10.64] To tell the truth, you don't amaze me\n[01:12.29] Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me\n[01:15.74] What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this\n[01:17.91] Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess\n[01:20.50] Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes\n[01:23.55] If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case\n[01:25.92] Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal\n[01:29.02] Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin\n[01:31.34] Then I get evil\n[01:32.48] But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you\n[01:35.04] I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble\n[01:37.58] I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you\n[01:39.74] Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch\n[01:42.24] Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz\n[01:44.99] Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!\n[01:47.79] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...\n[01:50.25] Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name\n[01:52.84] What the Blood Clot!?!\n[01:54.11] Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)\n[01:57.83] First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out\n[02:00.86] To my brothers in the belly of the beast\n[02:03.35] Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love\n[02:07.15] (Y'all niggaz better start stackin)\n[02:08.10] June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)\n[02:11.16] Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm\n[02:18.10] (All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)\n[02:19.59] SUUU! We still in here, nigga\n[02:21.76] (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)\n[02:22.88] Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane\n[02:27.97] (You get your ass beat in the streets)\n[02:28.72] I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin\n[02:32.82] Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat\n[02:38.37] For all the fugitives on the run\n[02:40.56] Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan\n[02:43.34] And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home\n[02:47.36] On work release, keep your heads up niggaz\n[02:52.51] Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)\n[03:09.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man - Tical - 05 - What The Blood Clot\n artist: Method Man\n album: Tical\n duration_ms: 205000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!\n start_ms: 680\n end_ms: 2770\n- text: (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!\n start_ms: 2770\n end_ms: 7890\n- text: Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?\n start_ms: 7890\n end_ms: 10610\n- text: '{What''s up, man? What''s up?} What''s up? Representin Brownsville'\n start_ms: 10610\n end_ms: 13100\n- text: Know I'm sayin? 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We still in here, nigga\n start_ms: 139590\n end_ms: 141760\n- text: (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)\n start_ms: 141760\n end_ms: 142880\n- text: Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane\n start_ms: 142880\n end_ms: 147970\n- text: (You get your ass beat in the streets)\n start_ms: 147970\n end_ms: 148720\n- text: I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin\n start_ms: 148720\n end_ms: 152820\n- text: Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat\n start_ms: 152820\n end_ms: 158370\n- text: For all the fugitives on the run\n start_ms: 158370\n end_ms: 160560\n- text: Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan\n start_ms: 160560\n end_ms: 163340\n- text: And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home\n start_ms: 163340\n end_ms: 167360\n- text: On work release, keep your heads up niggaz\n start_ms: 167360\n end_ms: 172510\n- text: Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)\n start_ms: 172510\n end_ms: 189250\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 189250\nplain: |-\n Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!\n (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!\n Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?\n {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville\n Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!\n {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?\n Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!\n (Yeah, peace to the valley goat.)\n Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!\n (Big up The Bridge!)\n\n All I hear is gun shots\n Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!\n Nigga want Tical, make it happen\n You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!\n We can take it back to eighty-five\n If you wanna start actin like you live\n It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click\n Owls, Backwoods and Phillies\n Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy\n Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted\n I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)\n For real, nigga, touch it and you burn\n When will motherfuckers learn?\n What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word\n I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it\n I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message\n It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's\n Keep your thoughts on your lessons\n What the Blood Clot!?!\n To tell the truth, you don't amaze me\n Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me\n What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this\n Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess\n Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes\n If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case\n Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal\n Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin\n Then I get evil\n But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you\n I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble\n I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you\n Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch\n Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz\n Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!\n Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...\n Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name\n What the Blood Clot!?!\n\n Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)\n First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out\n To my brothers in the belly of the beast\n Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love\n (Y'all niggaz better start stackin)\n June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)\n Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm\n (All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)\n SUUU! We still in here, nigga\n (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)\n Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane\n (You get your ass beat in the streets)\n I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin\n Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat\n For all the fugitives on the run\n Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan\n And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home\n On work release, keep your heads up niggaz\n\n Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)\n"}]